Summary

opian. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out.

Summary

Stiles isn’t just any boy is the thing of it – he’s like…he’s the boy. He’s the only living boy Derek is aware of. He’s got freckles and pale skin and big eyes and Derek likes him. A lot. Like, an unhealthy amount.

A werewolf amount. Werewolves fixate. They hunt. They want. Derek wants to find him and pin him down and lick him. It’s gross, but he’s an animal. All right. He wants to fuck Stiles. He wants Stiles to say his name. He wants Stiles to look him right in his eyes from only a foot away and smile and blush and…he wants. Oh, God. This is a disaster.

He has to think about how Stiles is dating someone. His mind starts up a mental block for his own sanity when he starts to linger on Theo fucking Raeken touching him. It rejects the idea altogether, even though there is no true denying it. It is happening. For all he knows, it’s happening right now, in the janitor’s closet down the hall. Oh, misery.

Summary

During a ritual to cleanse the Nemeton, John Stilinski is thrown several years into the past with no concrete way to get back home. He has to deal with the Hale family being alive and well, a vet who actually tells him shit, the inside scoop of all supernatural things that happen to come through Beacon Hills...

...and the knowledge that all of this will be gone in a decade's time.

John knows that you should never mess with the past, that it could lead to disaster in the present or something even worse than the tragedy that he left, but how can he stay silent when he knows that it means the utter destruction of a family that he's slowly coming to love like his own?